Cascade

*After traveling into and through the northern mountains you come across what looks to be a solitary…soldier one in fact that nothing else appears to see in fact she almost appears translucent in the morning light She’s right across from the abandoned village where a filthy smoke obscures her * Past?...Present?...Future? *she’s pacing back and forth mumbling about..something she’s still reeking of ash as if she’s constantly burning , but beneath it lies the fresh smell of spring growth after rain, the promise of new life in the wreckage of the old. The air around the soldier’s specter still feels warm, as if the fires that killed her had only recently been extinguished * So here we are. What an awkward start to a greeting so.. who are you ?